Damien
"I never see you at the club!"
Okay? I never see you at the creek
Okay? I never see you at the creek
The barracks were easier to find than their keeper, though Damien supposed that was the point. The Warden never quite sat still, and when he did it was under more weight than Damien had ever been shouldered with. Today, though, Damien had half a mind to see if Deimos wanted another set of hands with something—hauling, fixing, hunting, whatever needed doing.
Instead, he stepped through the doors and found soldiers sparring, steel ringing, and Deimos halfway up a frosty climbing wall like some kind of mountain goat with a grudge. Damien stopped short, a low breath huffing out between his teeth. “...Right,” he muttered under his breath, half to himself, “that explains it.”
Aria padded at his heel, ears pricking high at the sound of shouted encouragement from the climbers below. She gave a chirp as if asking why they weren’t joining. Damien’s eyes narrowed upward, following the Warden’s progress with a look that was equal parts skepticism and reluctant amusement.
“Was hoping to find you for something useful to do,” he called up, voice carrying easily enough across the stone-and-ice hall. “Didn’t think I’d have to drag you down off a wall.”
One of the soldiers nearby snorted, and Damien’s mouth twitched despite himself. He rolled a shoulder, tugging his coat tighter before he started toward the rack of harnesses. “Suppose I should ask if you’re looking for company up there, or if I should just wait ‘til you fall on your ass?”
He said it flat, but the gleam in his eyes gave it away—he wasn’t here just to watch.
Instead, he stepped through the doors and found soldiers sparring, steel ringing, and Deimos halfway up a frosty climbing wall like some kind of mountain goat with a grudge. Damien stopped short, a low breath huffing out between his teeth. “...Right,” he muttered under his breath, half to himself, “that explains it.”
Aria padded at his heel, ears pricking high at the sound of shouted encouragement from the climbers below. She gave a chirp as if asking why they weren’t joining. Damien’s eyes narrowed upward, following the Warden’s progress with a look that was equal parts skepticism and reluctant amusement.
“Was hoping to find you for something useful to do,” he called up, voice carrying easily enough across the stone-and-ice hall. “Didn’t think I’d have to drag you down off a wall.”
One of the soldiers nearby snorted, and Damien’s mouth twitched despite himself. He rolled a shoulder, tugging his coat tighter before he started toward the rack of harnesses. “Suppose I should ask if you’re looking for company up there, or if I should just wait ‘til you fall on your ass?”
He said it flat, but the gleam in his eyes gave it away—he wasn’t here just to watch.
